And so it begins....

...not with a bang, or a whimper, either. Why am I blogging, and why now? Perhaps because I recently sustained a crack to the back of my noggin, and the urge to leave something behind that reflects who I am was the legacy. That and a persistent headache.

My work is serious and time consuming, but my downtime seems now to be filled with images from the small screen. Well, the 37" screen. I am watching so much these days, and the desire to communicate my thoughts appears to bleed over from my list of friends who either share my passions or will indulge me by listening. After a while, though, reality tells me that my current Depressed Stockbroker is not really interested in just how much Project Runway's Suede irritates me. Or why I adore Catherine Tate on Dr. Who, but have little interest in her elsewhere. She bovvers me, in fact. Perhaps this is the one, the only venue that will allow me free reign to babble. We'll see.